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The Quotation Fallacy “💬”https://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/the-quotation-fallacy-%f0%9f%92%ac/
https://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/the-quotation-fallacy-%f0%9f%92%ac/#respondWed, 18 Oct 2017 02:20:53 +0000http://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/the-quotation-fallacy-%f0%9f%92%ac/SoundEagle 🦅ೋღஜஇ: SoundEagle in the Court of Quotation ? SoundEagle in 疾風知勁草 Dear Readers and Followers as well as Lovers and Collectors of Fine Quotes, Presented here in style is a collection of potentially inspirational and thought-provoking quotes, chosen for you by SoundEagle. Many of these quotes have reached us in the present…]]>

Dear Readers and Followers as well as Lovers and Collectors of Fine Quotes,

Presented here in style is a collection of potentially inspirational and thought-provoking quotes, chosen for you by SoundEagle.

Many of these quotes have reached us in the present from the distant past. For example, the first quote is a Chinese poem that has existed for more than one thousand years, and is available in several variations.

疾 風 知 勁 草
昏 日 辨 誠 臣
勇 夫 安 識 義
智 者 必 懷 仁

The first line of the poem, “疾風知勁草”, literally meaning “Strong wind knows tough grass”, has already existed as an idiom as early as 23 AD. It can be translated more freely into English as “The storm puts strong grass to the test”, meaning that one’s true colours are revealed…

]]>https://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/aidan-2013-2014/feed/0xaidan13Aesthetic Emotionshttps://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/13/aesthetic-emotions/
https://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/13/aesthetic-emotions/#respondMon, 13 Jan 2014 16:37:59 +0000http://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/?p=4306Continue reading →]]>The word “aesthetics” means something different for everyone. There are many things that everyone may find aesthetically pleasing, such as the taste of your favorite food or the way you look after getting all dressed up. However, there are also many differences. Something I find personally find pretty “beautiful,” if you will, is the feeling of coming home from school and watching 8 hours of TV shows online instead of doing my homework. A more productive and motivated person might, on the other hand, look it at in the way that coming home and working their butt off is awesome because it will improve their grade. So what is it that makes things so beautiful or ugly to us? Our senses play a big part in it. Sight, smell, taste, touch and hearing are what make up the things we like or dislike. However, a lot of it also has to do with our emotional history and what kinds of emotions different things regulate.

This winter break I went to visit family in Kelowna. The drive there was very aesthetically pleasing; the mountains were enriched with snow and we drove through a snowstorm for about an hour. Pretty breathtaking. Despite the fact that it was 4 hours and I usually don’t like to sit still for very long, I found the combination of listening to music and looking at the view very calming and enjoyable. I didn’t want the drive to end. Coming home, however, was not as pleasing. I got the stomach flu while we were there and felt like puking my guts out the entire ride home. I tried to make myself more comfortable by sleeping and listening to my favorite music, but nothing helped. Suddenly, the snow covered mountains looked ugly to me. Music made me feel anxious and distressed. I felt hot and claustrophobic in the car and didn’t want to be anywhere but at home. I’ve had many similar experiences to this throughout my entire life. Sometimes, I feel unusually sensitive to unknown surroundings. The question is, how can our own personal emotions affect us aesthetically, and what happens when something like a sickness interferes with our aesthetic experiences? Music is a good example. I don’t know about you, but the songs I choose to listen to depend on my mood. I’m musically bipolar. I could love a song one day and want to never listen to it again the next because it suddenly reminds me of an emotionally upsetting event in my life. Experiences like this will either successfully avoid emotions or further regulate them. Some people enjoy regulating emotions more than others. A lot of people, mostly women, enjoy watching movies that make them cry and stimulate emotions. I personally don’t like movies like that because of the same reason I don’t like certain songs: I don’t like feeling upset or being reminded of something emotionally painful. However, if it’s healthy to regulate emotions, is it a good idea to watch a sad movie or listen to a sad song if it could cause emotional pain? To me, aesthetics depends on which emotions we choose to face. The difference between a positive and a negative experience is what we allow ourselves to love or hate.

]]>https://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/13/aesthetic-emotions/feed/0sophieturner39Aesthetic experince – Leonhttps://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/13/aesthetic-experince-leon/
https://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/13/aesthetic-experince-leon/#respondMon, 13 Jan 2014 09:22:55 +0000http://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/?p=4262Continue reading →]]>I honestly total for about this assignment until it was mention when we came back. At that moment I was thinking in my head i had no aesthetic experience at all during the winter break. So i was thinking back to all the things i had done during the break and i couldn’t think of anything until remembered at some point during the break my friend and I decided to go cruising (in cars not a ship if you were thinking about that) near Burke mountain. We kept going up the neighbourhoods until there was construction of new houses that stopped us from going any further. We couldn’t drive the rest of the up but there was a flight of stairs that we were allowed to go through so we decided to walk to rest of the way. During the walk, there was no houses, no construction and no one around instead all there was new roads for future neighbourhoods. When we got to the very top of all the new roads, all we saw was a forest but when we turned around all we could see was a beautiful view of the sunset.

This sunset was different than all the other sunsets i had seen. This sunset was nothing I have seen before, it was so vivd that I had to rub my eyes just to make sure I was colour blind. It wasn’t those average orange sunset that you usually probably see instead this one had like layers of colours around it. Around the sun it was a very deep orange, around that orange was a small hint of red, and around that it had the colours of both pink and purple but more pinkish. I wished that I had taken a picture of it to show you guys but like I said before I totally forgot this assignment during the break. It was an amazing sight for me to see. I think it was better that I didn’t take a picture of it because I think it was better to live in the moment than take the time to take a picture of it with your camera. I found it to have no point to take a picture of a sunset and look at it later. It’s just one of those things where you just have to be there to take it all in.

It was breathtaking, peaceful, and just wonderful. When I was looking at it, all I could think of was just how beautiful the sunset was and nothing else, no stress, no rush, and not forgetting to do anything else. I wanted that sunset to last forever that sane one no different. Even though there’s a sunset everyday this one was different. This sunset made me realized that you should appreciate everything in life even the little things because you’ll never know when that thing might just disappear. Just like a sunset, it only comes once a day but it’s different everyday so you should cherish every moment you have with a sunset because the same one will never happen again. Nothing can live forever.

(It was somewhat like this to give you an idea of what it would look like.)

When the sun finally went down, I felt a little sadden that the sunset was over. It was a great view too bad it had to end but then there was another view I blindly didn’t see until the sun went down, it was the city port Coquitlam’s light. It wasn’t as amazing as the sunset I saw but it was pretty great. It got me thinking more than the sunset did. That at least 5 to 10 years ago some port Coquitlam was still being built and that there was still probably more forests around. Even the spot I was on used to be all trees and grass not too long ago. It made me realize that everything is changing so fast and that time is moving fast. In a couple of months, we’ll be graduating soon but yet it feels like only a year has pasted since I started highschool. Time flies by fast and you got to make every second count before it’s too late.

]]>https://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/13/aesthetic-experince-leon/feed/0lchai96IMG_20131227_181212.jpgMuy Aestheticohttps://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/11/muy-aesthetico/
https://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/2014/01/11/muy-aesthetico/#commentsSat, 11 Jan 2014 21:24:02 +0000http://talonsphilosophy.wordpress.com/?p=4151Continue reading →]]>To someone who often mistook “aesthetics” for “anaesthetic,” the aesthetic experience stood foreign for a very long time. After a brief introduction, I have currently concluded its criteria for a quality experience as:

a) Vivid – an absolute, potent sensation which leaves you hapless or euphoric
b) Distance – contrary to traditional conventions, one should feel incredibly far or close to the sensation
c) Tension – as discussed in class, illuminates the direct tension between finite and infinite, god and mortal

One should strive for quality aesthetic experience, whether it dwells on the negative: anguish and devastation or the positive: resilience and ecstasy. An aesthetic experience of worth requires a perceptive conclusion or better yet question to our infinite and finite selves. It increases the boundaries either ends of the spectrum, creating more room to play.

My aesthetic experience was rather dismal than a sunrise or ethereal moonlight glimmer. My experience belongs to an ER, the sullen sort at Eagle Ridge hospital without George Clooney. From my memory, or televised depictions, they’re lively places with pregnant women ready to burst, being denied registration without proper paper work by a sassy ethnic nurse. They’re places where men without limbs are wheeled spewing blood, doctors screaming “CLEAR” or “We’ve got to get this man a new brain. Luckily my evil twin brother from Chile who slept with my lover, Tatiana Gold, just fell down the elevator shaft by utter serendipitous accident. They’re a match!” They’re suppose to be full of distractions, screaming lovers, and new born babies, and crime scenes. No. Emergency rooms are not like that.

They’re complete opposite. If you walked into an ER, you’d question whether you’re in a medical facility, barren of medical professionals. Surely you can hear about Dr. Banner’s golf game or trip to Honolulu, but not your diagnosis. I know that his daughter Melissa and Carol are doing well in school. What I don’t know is whether I have appendicitis, although by this time I sure wish I did. *Note: to my knowledge, Dr. Banner doesn’t exist. He is fictional, as well as his recreation, vacations, and daughters and their academic success.

As a self diagnosed hypochondriac, I can definitely say things got out of hand somewhat. After four vials of blood, two throat swabs, and a chest x-ray, I was sitting among four or five patients receiving IV fluids. I was rather helpless, one could say. As two years prior I was diagnosed with neutrapenia with suspicion by a multitude of doctors of everything from leukemia to aggressive mono to even AIDS. After being viciously ‘housed’ and rising white blood cell count and a UFM (Unidentified Floating Mass) near my spleen I had been released from the hospital. In this ER, waiting for my results, my imagination ran into hyper-drive.

In a place that’s suppose to cultivate wellness and hope and help, I was sure feeling impotent. In that moment, my tests mean everything. On one hand I am a god, cheating death. This is just my superior body’s way of defending against a super-virus attempting striving for my ends. On the other hand, it’s back. The mysterious recovery, that UFM, a new disease. Across the way from my plastic vinyl recliner, there’s a clock that ticks. It ticks til my defeat or success. There is a computer with files and results, filing in to finish my anatomic puzzle. The night sweats and fever beat on through my skin, gluing my arms and nape to the seat. Mucus treads down my throat, seeping from my sinuses. I am infinite and finite, altogether. I am a superhuman and mere mortal. In that moment there is a strange tension, binding me through obliviousness and helplessness. I wish I had appendicitis. I wish someone would just come up and tell me anything, something. I wish I had tonsillitis. I wish they’d cut something out of me, make this pain, this wait, go away. Something simple. Put me under and take it away.

Really this was just an aggressive viral infection that took a rather long time. Four hours. I should start getting flu shots. Although, a hypochondriac nightmare, this experience as all aesthetic experiences illuminate a lot about general human experiences and myself. I find aesthetic experiences highlight limits of how far we are willing to go, to get them or something else. Aesthetic experiences attempt to extend our mortal existence. We become infinite. We are more than just one human being. Simple. We are everywhere; we become everyone, and it never ends. This impossible nature explains much of our personal limitations and ends, our aspirations and failures.